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a person in 47 photos in 2004

carol

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appears with…

marjorie23
!karaoke11
ellen s9
me6
!best5
!boobs5
!strangers5
grant3
vin3
!barf2
!bronsky2
candy2
matt l2
!misshapes2
!thumbs up2
!bite1
brian h1
!bubble1
!crowd1
!dance1

carol — Speaking of photographers I love, Ellen Stagg (and her huge boobs) were all there as well.

carol — Carol's creepy tongue.

carol — Marjorie and Carol.

carol — Making "Joey from New Kids on the Block" faces, no less.

carol — ...take pictures with himself and girls.

carol — On Wednesday afternoon, Grant and I met up with Carol to celebrate Bastille Day at some French hamburger joint on Ave A. (huh?)

carol — Marjorie clearly not-pretending with Carol's mah-mah-mamms.

carol — Carol, Rachel, Lorelei, Emma and Nina.

carol — So amazing.

carol — ...HAHAHAHAHA. Hooooo-leeeeeeeeee fugging shit. I almost pissed myself. What's that? You'd like a close up? Yeah, me too.

carol — There was this dude there who had slathered himself in that awful bronzer skin dye that makes you look tan. He kept going up to Sid and Buddy every five minutes and saying stuff like "Yo dudes, am I going to be up anytime soon? I'm going to be a famous singer someday and it might be in your best interest to treat me right." He tried that nonsense for 90 minutes and finally growing discouraged, bribed them with $40 and was instantly put on stage. Hahaha. He started singing some awful Justin Timberlake song while gyrating and air-humping. This prompted Carol to bum-rush the stage and sexily unbutton his shirt while he sang. He thought she was into him, but everytime he looked away from her, she'd pull faces like this...

carol — Thursday night I went to karaoke and found Carol in rare, ultra-fiesty form.

carol — Carol Gonzales, I love you.

carol — Party face.

carol — Neeeeple Peeench.

carol — This guy was awful, so Carol and Marjorie rushed the stage to try and help make his performance more entertaining.

carol — Drink fight! What's a little spilt drink between friends? I mean it's not anything that can't be fixed with...

carol — Carol's boobs and Vin.

carol — "Oh wait, let me fix my hair and make a sexy face."

carol — Candy and Carol.

carol — Carol. Looks like a three-way tie.

carol — Which he manages to keep in the frame for the subsequent collapse-of-pile-on.

carol — Pile on! Check out holmes in the background being all Cool Hand Luke with the thumbs up.

carol — So speaking of random acts of Sapphic love, here are the lovely Marjorie and Carol. Get a few drinks in these two and...

carol — Through the jeans? WTF?

carol — ...strange stuff starts happening. "C'mon, let me touch your baginer!"

carol — And yes, I know, "How come I haven't seen any pictures of Marjorie taking a king-sized chomp on Carol's tig ol' bitty?"

carol — After the Hole we went back to Pianos to check out Carlos D's birthday party. Neither of us know Carlos, but we figured the party was probably worth checking out. When we got there, it was a private deal and the doorman wouldn't let us upstairs. We were just about to leave when Carlos came downstairs, looked at us and said, "I recognize you guys from being around all the time!" and invited us upstairs. So nice! So Carlos, thanks. I will return the favor by encouraging my readers to download their very own Carlos D. Instant Messenger Buddy Icon.

carol — I don't even think I made it up to sing. Oh wait...who cares!

carol — ...it was like puppies at feedin' time. Don't worry, mamma's got enough teat for the whole litter.

carol — Carol bites my titty while an unknown ginger (by the way, that word is pronounced so that it rhymes with "ringer") gives me the sneaky devil horns.

carol — Carol and Brian.

carol — Marjorie saw Carol doing "the nuzzle" and got jealous. And before you knew it...

carol — Lots of people ask me why I go to karaoke so often.

carol — Carol, Marjorie and Ellen on the 'roke stage.

carol — Clearly, they're not people that look at the pictures on this site.

carol — Matt "scarfs" it up while Ellen shakes her tail.

carol — Woo, karaoke!

carol — Carol's awesome shirt.

carol — Marjorie and Carol.

carol — Should I even bother pretending that there's a narrative in here somewhere anymore?

carol — After returning home and doing an hour of jumping jacks to ensure I'd exorcised the majority of my spicy thai burps, I met up with Vinay and we headed over to Misshapes.

carol — And if Carol's there, she'll totally flash you her tits. So hey, tits.

carol — Me and Carol.

carol — Man, wouldn't you have thought I would've run out of things to say about pictures of my friends singing at Sid & Buddy's karaoke by now? Um, I think I have which is why I'm writing this instead of saying something funny. Here's Carol, Marjorie and Buddy.

carol — Marjorie looks on as Buddy feeds Carol a mime's cock.

carol — I don't wan' no salty mime kisses!

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